As I knead the flour
I think of all the many grains
That have been ground to make it
Christ’s church is like flour
Made up of many people of many races
Ground up to make a single dough.
As I watch the dough rise
I think of the yeast’s power
Raising up the weight of flour and water
Prayer in Christ is like rising dough
Drawing together every hope and fear
And lifting them up to God.
Prayer from my Celtic Praise book
Photos of Bob and Liz baking last year
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